Memories of President Lincoln（三）

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     In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd
     palings，
     Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves
     of rich green，
     With many a pointed blossom rising delicate， with the perfume
     strong I love，
     With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the
     dooryard，
     With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of
     rich green，
     A spring with its flower I break.